Some of our relatives on my Dad's side were jealous of my Mom. They used witchcraft against my Mom. They wanted my family to separate. At that time my family did not have any peace.

Many times my Mom complained that she had to pay a lot of money for witchdoctors who could protect her from the witchcraft against her, and curse those who sent it. The help she got from witchdoctors did not last long. One day I looked at the sky and wondered if there was anyone who could help my Mom to be free from this battle and permanently free. That's how I thought as a child.

When I became a teenager my Mom sent me to study in Bangkok (from Suphanburi), so that I would be far from my Dad's relatives. That was a time that I had many friends and activities, and studying was fun. At that time I did not think about going to the temple to make merit unless I went home to see my Mom. But, I thought I was a good person in society who did not make problems for anyone. Sometimes I lied though. Sometimes I was selfish. I did not think about Christianity at all at that time and did not believe in God, but I believed there were spirits.

When I was a freshman in university I joined a Christian club, because I had a friend who was a Christian. That friend talked a lot about God until I felt bored of his many words. He gave me a Thai New Testament and also invited me to go to church many times until I felt like I could not refuse. But, I went because just out of politeness, not out of any real interest. When I went to the church I didn't like it, because they tried to pressure me to believe. They let me partake of communion also, even I did not yet believe and didn't know the meaning of communion. When I went to church my Buddhist friend made fun of me. Those friends were both straight people as well as ladyboys. I felt embarrassed, but kept going to church out of politeness.

I prayed before meals following the advice of my Christian friend, but when I did so with my Buddhist friends, they took my food while I prayed. After that I thought I won't pray before meals anymore. I thought if this is what it means to be a Christian, then I don't want it.

After that experience I felt angry and threw the Bible that my friend gave me into the garbage. When I threw the Bible as hard as I could, I yelled, "I don't want to see this again in this life!" 10 years passed by...

My Buddhist belief was basic. I was not a strong or active Buddhist. I went to the temple to make merit because I wanted blessings. Or, sometimes I made merit because I thought it would help me in my next life. If I paid respect to monks or to idols it did not give me any answer or hope that could guarantee success. I lost money to the temple because of the belief that it would accumulate merit for me. Sometimes I went with my Mom to see spirit mediums. I thought if that's a good way, then I would join with them, too, but it didn't help me.

At that time I had some problems and it made me disappointed in my life. I felt alone with problems that seemed as large as mountains and no one could help me lift these mountains. I spent my life without hope and I felt bored and I did could not see which way to go for my future.

One day I went to study for my master's degree, and on the bus there was a free seat near a window, so I sat there. I looked out the window and was bored. There was a lot of traffic that day and some people left the bus before their stop, because they didn't want to wait. A foreigner came to sit next to me, but I didn't pay much attention. Then that person asked me how to pronounce a Thai word. I looked and saw that it was a Bible. I thought to myself, "Another Christian?!" But, I answered his question and he gave me a Jesus VCD. I put the VCD in my bag.

About one month later, I had some free time and found the VCD in my bag and watched it. From the video I understood a little bit about Jesus' life, but didn't understand His significance for my spiritual life.

I kept in communication with that foreigner by e-mail and when he came to visit Bangkok he would give me a Christian book and invite me to church, but he did not speak too much or pressure me. I felt good that I was not pressured. Then I became more open to seek God.

I searched for a church near my apartment so I could go by myself. At that time I didn't understand why Christians always like to talk about God and Jesus. I went to church every week and they invited me to join a Bible study.

Before I decided to become a Christian I challenged God without thinking about it much, "If God is real then make me go to a prayer meeting on a Wednesday evening." I was not willing to go, and I didn't think God could overcome my resistance.

I received a book called, "I Dared to Call Him Father" from that foreigner. When I read the book it really touched my heart. When I read the book it reminded me of all of God's dealings with me in the past and how I resisted God. It made me understand my sin, and why I needed Jesus. I realized that I live in a country where we have freedom to choose any religion. But, the person in the book I read about had to be willing to die for the truth that Jesus is the only one who could save her. This story made me feel very sad that I had refused God. So, when I finished reading the book, the first thing I thought about was that I wanted to get a Bible so I could get to know God better. I remembered the time that I threw the Bible away and I cried. I wanted to get a Bible on that day. Where could I get one? I tried to find a Christian bookstore, but couldn't find one. Finally, it was getting late, and I decided to go to church to ask the pastor for one. When I got to the church, I heard a worship song, and I remembered that this was the Wednesday prayer meeting! I remembered how I challenged God.

I surrendered to God and confessed that I believe in Him! That day I asked the pastor to lead me in prayer to become a Christian. She was surprised and happy at the same time. I joined the prayer meeting and was given a Bible. I went home very happy.

When I became a believer my Dad wondered why I went to church every Sunday. It made my Dad upset. He told me if I am a Christian I should not call him my Dad anymore. I listened to him, but kept going to church. I prayed for God's help. Then I got married to the foreigner from the bus! My Dad no longer complained, but let me be a Christian as my husband was a Christian. About five years after that my Dad became a Christian, too.